He was trying his best not to focus too hard on the uncomfortable feeling that was coursing through his veins. Just being around them right now was proving to make things even harder, literally and figuratively. He was glad he chose to wear something loose fitting, the tent in his pants would have felt awful constricted within the jeans he usually wore. He looked over to the angel, eyeing his face, wanting nothing more than to pull him in close to plant his lips onto the others. He wanted that more than anything else in the world in this moment– honestly, any touch would be much appreciated. Lift the weight of his heat from his shoulders, or rather, his very hard cock.
Keeping his eyes on Rome he watched him as he got closer, his heart thudding even harder within his chest as he shifted even more. A small chuckle left his slightly parted lips, the idea of walking around like this was both hilarious and agonizing, he couldn’t imagine it in the current moment. The kiss caught him off guard– why he wasn’t sure but it almost seemed sudden to have those lips onto his own. They were as soft as he’d imagined them to be, he’d keep him closer with a hand to the back of his neck as he pressed harder into the kiss. Hungry for more than this, wanting to really enjoy the angel for a moment though that all came to an end sooner than he’d like. He would have said something had the those very lips moved elsewhere, trailing downward as he did so.
The dragon stared up at the ceiling as his breathing quickened the lower he seemed to go. Lost in his own head when his vision was obstructed by Cas, looking up at him briefly he accepted the kiss, returning it as quickly as he could before he, too, would move south. “Mm.” Was all he could say at the words spoken to him, unsure of what he was actually saying, knowing it was a question of some sort. He held on tight to the hand now within his own just before he felt the tongue drag along his shaft, “Fuck!” He groaned loudly, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips upward slightly, needing more of that.
“I–I didn’t say it wasn’t great– I mean you were great but–” Rome had to stop himself, feeling that he’d spoken too much as he sped up the more flustered he got. Their little romps were always fun, but he’d say nothing more on the matter or give details, not wanting to psyche himself out.
“We love him too, don’t we?”
Eyes would soften, glancing towards Laz for a moment. He’d said he’d loved Caspian every day, but when the thought came to it, he couldn’t remember if he’d ever said such a thing to the dragon. It had brought somewhat of an ache to his chest, and yet the two had their own silent understanding. Feeling that maybe it had been shown rather than said, but even so, Rome couldn’t help but reach up to caress the dragon’s face carefully. “Yes, I do,” having spoken for himself instead. “I do love you too, Lazarus.” He’d bite onto his lower lip to suppress his shy smile, his heart thumping in his chest. The Angel would clear his throat and begin to laugh it all off.
When he’d made his descent, he’d wait patiently, eyes flickering over to the Lich beside him, a sort of awe in the way he’d move. Though he felt relieved that Cas had understood him, but then Rome had to admit he was stunned watching as he’d begun with his tongue. Leaning over, he’d peck Caspian’s nose with a smile. A small chuckle would escape as Laz would react to but a mere touch. “Laz! We’ve barely begun, dearest~” he’d tease, before he too would trace over a vein with his tongue in one slow stripe, then turning his head to swirl his tongue around the tip, a hand reaching up to hold at the base of his length. Rome would pull back, a rather cheeky chuckle escaping him as eyes would peer back over to Cas. “Just curious, how much teasing do you think he could take?” Though it was probably cruel to do such a thing to a person in heat, he figured. The Angel would huff with amusement, and without saying much more, he’d bury himself in Laz’s sack, sucking on them like they’d been a piece of fruit, giving soft hum.
He listened to the way Romeo said it and having heard it so similarly said to himself - he knew it was true. A flutter began in the depths of Caspian’s heart but he knew he would have time to speak on it later. That sensation - that love that seared him for both of his boys was worthy enough to paint. But it would have to wait. As his first lick reached the crown of the dragon’s cock - Caspian swirled his tongue for a moment, gently licking and sucking as he made his way back down to the base.
The sounds emitted were music to his ears. He tightened his grip on Lazarus’ hand, soothingly firm. Gently, he rubbed a circle on the back of his hand with his thumb. As if to say ‘we’ve got you’. He glanced at Romeo when he spoke, chuckling himself as he shook his head. “I don’t think he could take very much to be honest. At least not right now. But...later...” He let the sentence drag. “When he’s not in heat? Maybe we tie him to the bed with some silk ties? Maybe we spend a few hours...hmm...” Caspian liked the idea but knew even just his musings were a teasing of a sort and he didn’t want to cause any undue suffering of course.
As Romeo descended further, down to his balls - Caspian decided to head to the top. Kissing the head of his cock once, he looked up - catching Lazarus’ eye before slowly taking him all the way down to the back of his throat. Caspian’s gag reflex was a thing of the long ago past and he had no problem reaching the root of his dragon’s cock, swallowing around him and sucking hard as he went back up. Wrapping his fist around the shaft - Caspian began to pick up speed, stroking him time with each plunge down to the base. Rather quickly, he’d built a brisk pace - saliva and the wet noises of each swallow filling the room as he worked the hard cock he had to play with over.
Pulling his lips from the head, he gave a few more strokes before lowering himself down to where Romeo had been, sucking a ball into his mouth - rolling it around, gently teasing him. A slight cough and he held the shaft towards Romeo with a lifted eyebrow. “You take over here, love.” He kissed the Angel on the cheek, grinning. “I have an idea.” Sitting up - Caspian slipped his middle finger into his own mouth. Wetting the digit - till it dripped with his spit - he leaned over, wrapping his other arm under Lazarus’ shoulders. Almost cradling him. “Tell us what you want, baby.” He whispered, his hand slipping underneath one of the dragon’s thighs. “You can have it. Whatever it is.” His voice was soft as he slipped the wet digit into the other man’s entrance. Kissing him - Caspian nipped at his bottom lip. “You wanna be in me? Want me in you?” He asked, carefully withdrawing his finger before sliding it back inside.
Gently, he stroked that bundle of nerves. “There it is...”
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